After reading the whole letter, his state of mind seemed to be tied to a firework, soaring into the sky in one moment, and falling to the ground in the next moment to cool down.
Are there more feuds lately?
What feud?
Could it be that on New Year's Eve, he threatened her to kill Li You?
His teeth were a little sore. Hasn't this matter already been over?
Could it be that she is still worried about it?
They hate each other like cats and mice, like wolves and sheep.
He pressed his brow bone and felt the blood rising in his chest.
It's really ugly to speak. It's nice not to use curse words when swearing.
He laughed, his temples jumped, he took a deep breath of cold air, threw the letter away, leaned back, closed his eyes, and leaned back on the desk.
Suddenly he opened his eyes again, leaned over to pick up the letter on the ground, and read it again.
A lamp like a bean reflected the man's uncertain face. The gray smoke when the candle burned made his gloomy eyes even colder. He pulled the placket on his chest, revealing the tight Adam's apple under the thin muscles and the strong chest. muscle lines.
It's like there is a fire in the body, impatience, irritability, and gloominess are entangled in the fire, almost to the point of destruction.
Why do cats and mice hate each other?
Why are we like wolves and sheep?
His hand unconsciously exerted force and the letter was crumpled into a ball. He threw the letter aside, took a deep breath, stood up and walked out.
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Ever since he was sent to the military camp, Shen Yinxiao couldn't help but tremble.
It's the involuntary trembling of legs and feet.
From dark to late at night, there was the sound of soldiers patrolling outside the tent from time to time. The torches reflected the figures of the soldiers in armor on the tent. The halberd was so long. The shadow of the blade passed through the tent, and the "jacking" sound of the armor was cold. It was harsh and harsh, as if it was sticking to her eardrums. It was especially scary at night when the cold crickets were chirping alone.
The tent was simply furnished, with a small couch, a table, a box and some other miscellaneous items. She was too lazy to light a lamp and allowed the tent to remain dark.
She couldn't sleep. She had been kneeling and sitting by the couch since she was thrown in. Until her lower body was numb from the cold, she slowly supported the edge of the couch, got up, went to the table, and poured herself some water.
She picked up the kettle. It was empty and dry without a drop of water. She opened the lid and stretched out her hand to see that there was a layer of scale inside, so she had to put it down again.
I was embarrassed to ask someone to bring me water, so I had to endure it and licked my dry lips.
She still remembers Qiu Xiaoyun's glance when he left after he escorted her over.
Indifference and impatience were mixed with a hint of disgust.
It seemed that her running away wasted a lot of his time and delayed many of his things.
She didn't want to trouble him. She didn't want to trouble anyone. She just wanted to leave. Why did she look at herself like that... She had to blame him and his general.
She sat on the couch, thinking a little aggrievedly.
Wei Cheng should have known she was here for a long time. I wonder how he would react when he found out she had escaped.
Qiu Xiaoyun ordered her parents to be sent back to Youzhou, but what about her?
What would Wei Cheng do to her?
Remembering how he almost killed Li You last night, when the crossbow arrow penetrated the screen, brushed his hair, and was nailed to the shelf, she shuddered and clenched her back molars unconsciously.
He must have read that letter. I wonder if he can be lenient to her because of his past friendship.
A low sigh was drowned in the dark night.
She buried her head in her knees.
She didn't know how long it had passed, but there was a strange noise outside the tent. She thought it was a passing soldier, but she heard the sound and stopped outside the tent, and there was no movement for a while.
She raised her head alertly and stared at the tall figure at the door.
The man seemed to be looking at her through the tent. The two were silently confronting each other through the curtain of the tent. Everything was quiet, as if the sound of breathing was close to her ears. She clutched the cold coarse quilt under her body, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her palms. , shrink back.
The sound of armor scales rubbing could be heard suddenly in the cold night.
Finally, the man lifted up the heavy wool felt and came in.
Wei Cheng was wearing bright light armor, which brought bursts of cold air when he came in. The few rays of moonlight that leaked in illuminated the cold armor on his body, reflecting the cold light.
There was no light in the tent, and with the moonlight behind her, she couldn't see his face clearly.
She swallowed, holding in her hand the hairpin she had just quietly pulled out of her head.
He didn't speak, just stood at the door, looking at the woman huddled on the bed.
Jian Mei frowned.
He could vaguely see the guarded and nervous application on her face, and her eyes were wide-eyed, as if she had encountered a small beast in the wild, raising her fur on her body and retreating calmly.
He didn't know how to speak for a moment.
Reprimand, scold, or just give him a beating?
On the way here, he thought about her many reactions.
Begging for mercy, sobbing, trying to please, but nothing happened.
Stubbornness is like a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard.
He heard his footsteps, step by step, getting closer and closer to her.
Seeing him approaching, the woman suddenly shrank back into the bed. This look was very dazzling. He frowned more and more and said coldly: "Come here."
Seeing that she didn't respond, he was a little impatient and shouted coldly: "Come here!"
Still motionless.
His temples were twitching, and he felt that she was really getting more and more presumptuous now.
He said coldly: "You come over, or I go over."
Shen Yinxiao looked at the tall black figure of the man and bit his lip, "Please let me go."
Something exploded in his mind, and he was no longer impatient. He stretched out his long arm, pinched her calf, and pulled her out. She suppressed the pain and didn't cry out. She was dragged to the edge of the couch because the force was too strong. She was so big that she was almost thrown to the ground. She grabbed the edge of the couch and looked up at him.
"What did you say?" Wei Cheng thought he heard wrongly, "Say it again?"
Shen Yinxiao's nose was a little sore, and she heard her voice tremble slightly: "I said, can you let me go and let me go."
"There's a war outside, where are you going?" He leaned over and grabbed her face: "Without me, do you know how many times you would die? A Wang Yuanjun can kill you!"
"Without you, Wang Yuanjun wouldn't want to kill me." She looked into his eyes steadily.
"You are very sharp-tongued." He smiled: "I forgot, you are always sharp-tongued."
The rough fingertips touched her lips, not like the rubbing between the ears and temples on the bed, but like the king of beasts whose authority has been challenged, looking down at the beast in his cage, unhurriedly, even with a little gentleness in his tone: " If you are so sharp-tongued, why don’t you just pull out the teeth?”
As he spoke, he pressed his fingertips slightly to reveal the row of white teeth.
Her scalp was numb and her body was shaking slightly.
"It's really a pity to have such beautiful teeth pulled out." He seemed a little regretful. He forcefully inserted a knuckle, inserted the rough fingertip into the mouth of the sandalwood, pinched her tongue, and slowly twisted it while she avoided him. But in exchange for his hand, he grabbed more forcefully, and almost half of his fingers were inserted into her mouth, almost making her vomit.
She felt cruel and bit her teeth hard. The next moment, her jaw was pinched.
A man's voice rang in my ears: "It won't look good if the teeth are pulled out."
"Then cut out your tongue."
